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Respect Your Elders

By the time you read this, the largest oak in my neighborhood will be history. It stood for more than 100 years on the hill just down from E.H. Crump’s former home on Peabody Avenue. The tree was visible from Cooper Street, more than two blocks away, where its mighty crown could be seen rising over the Midtown area hardest hit by last year’s windstorm.

Fortunately, the oak was so big and healthy that it withstood the windstorm. Unfortunately for the oak, the lot was sold to local developer Ben Duke. Then the going got weird.

The corner lot is on the dividing line between two neighborhoods on the National Historic Register: Central Gardens and Idlewild. Two modest brick homes occupied the lot. They were torn down by a giant bulldozer over the course of two or three days, as children walked past on their way to Idlewild Elementary. Next, a dozen mature trees were demolished. Bewildered neighbors gathered on nearby Courtland Avenue, asking each other what was going on. No signs were posted to inform the public of the demolition.

In fact, the only nearby signs were one for the Idlewild National Historic District and a plaque describing Boss Crump’s life and property. According to Central Gardens Neighborhood Association president Sharon Birch, the mighty tree that stood between these signs “fell through the cracks.” It took plenty of effort by the bulldozer to make it fall, and a last-ditch attempt to save it turned out to be too little, too late.

In fact, some residents said the tree demolition was necessary for saving a historic home.

“This is a remarkable victory for the neighborhood,” Birch says. The Central Gardens Neighborhood Association Web site touts the “dedicated preservationists” who are “proud to live on our tree-lined streets.” Birch is proud that the lot being cleared will be the new resting place for another historic home that is to be moved from its current address next to Grace-St. Luke’s Episcopal Church. Originally slated for demolition, the vacant house has been given to the developer by the church. The plan is to truck the brick, stone, and stained-glass building down Peabody Avenue and set it up beside the Crump house. The rest of the lot will then be subdivided so that a total of three homes will stand where before there were two.

“It’s my opinion that this is a good in-fill development,” says Birch. “We’ve been working on this for six months. It’s so exciting!” When asked if she had shared her excitement with her counterparts at the Idlewild Neighborhood Association, Birch said she had not. When asked why the usual signage was not posted so that perhaps the two neighborhoods could have worked together to save both the tree and the “irreplaceable” house, Birch said no signs were required. The lot was originally intended for three homes, so, technically, the developer is not subdividing anything.

But how in the world was anyone supposed to know that a lot containing two houses was originally intended for three? The lot certainly appeared to be a two-house parcel.

“There was no way of knowing,” says Rick Copeland of the city’s Planning and Development Office. “Not unless you came downtown and looked at the plat on the map. We uphold the letter of the law.”

Nancy Jane Baker of the Landmarks Commission agreed: The developer was not required to post a notice of planned development, as he had done on a nearby smaller lot that he recently subdivided.

Throughout the day, as the demolition crew prepared to fell the Boss Crump oak, phone calls to the developer went unreturned. Mary Baker of the Office of Planning and Development was confused. “I don’t know why they [the Central Gardens Neighborhood Association] didn’t notify anyone at the Idlewild Neighborhood Association. They should have contacted them. It was an oversight.” She explained that an ordinance requiring builders to plant replacement trees would not apply in this case either, since the lot is smaller than the two-acre requirement for such action.

The Landmarks Commission did send out written notification to five addresses on Linden and Courtland streets. These addresses included several homes that were in the process of being sold. This reporter could find no one in the neighborhood who was notified.

Copeland says the city is currently rewriting codes and ordinances that may someday prevent such a thing from happening. “But it will take up to two years. Come to our future meetings and give us your input,” he told me.

After the bulldozer pushed the giant oak to the ground, Scott Banbury, a local woodworker who salvages and mills fallen city trees, arrived at the scene. Banbury said the oak was very healthy, with no signs of rot, parasites, or fungus. “This would never have happened on the West Coast,” he explained, citing protective tree ordinances there.

Demolition day in Central Gardens/Idlewild ended with the huge oak lying stretched across the scraped ground as the first drops of rain in more than a month sprinkled its dead body like so many futile tears.

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Will the Wolf Survive?

The first encouraging environmental news of 2004 comes via some unlikely bedfellows: local, state, and federal governments, plus the Army Corps of Engineers, the Chickasaw Basin Authority, and the Wolf River Conservancy.

On January 14th, county mayor A C Wharton led the ceremonial sign-in necessary to begin a project that has been in the works for decades: the Wolf River Ecosystem Restoration Project, one of only two such projects in the U.S. This summer, the corps will oversee shoring up the Wolf River and its tributaries on a nine-mile stretch between Houston Levee and Collierville-Arlington roads. A 2,000-acre buffer zone along the riverbanks will become off-limits to development, gaining hiking and biking trails, at least six access roads, and three boat ramps instead.

An aerial map of the Wolf River’s curves was on display at the ceremony and showed a narrow greenbelt hemmed in by brown squares of cleared land. More than just high-dollar real estate, the view represented priceless wetland habitat and a re-charge area for the aquifer that supplies Memphis with its drinking water. But “prior improvements and commercial mining” have compromised the river’s delicate system, according to corps findings. The pace of development in the area compounds “erosion and draining of valuable wetland and riparian habitat areas.”

Gary Bridgman, president of the Wolf River Conservancy, said “a series of rock weirs and water-collection pools will be constructed to prevent ‘head-cutting’ — bank collapse — in places where the river dramatically widens and shifts.” The weirs will be constructed at “strategic locations” along the channel.

Memphis’ drinking water is renowned — even studied internationally — for its purity. But the aquifer remains vulnerable, and everyone has heard the song about what happens when the well runs dry. “They tell me some of our water is 16 years old,” said Wharton, explaining that “youth is good, but older drinking water is better. We take for granted the great supply of our water table; we’ve seen drops of 125 feet.”

The rarity of the nearly $10 million project was highlighted in the understatement of the day, made by Colonel Jack Scherer of the corps: “There are very few ‘new-start’ federal projects these days because of competition for federal money,” he said. According to data provided by the corps, $1,179,000 is allocated through fiscal year 2004. The federal government’s share adds up to $6,350,000 out of the $9,905,000 estimated necessary to complete the project.

Everyone involved is counting on these measures to stem the loss of groundwater and help replenish the aquifer. Keith Kirkland, executive director of the Wolf River Conservancy, said the corrective measures “will literally save the Wolf River.” According to the Chickasaw Basin Authority’s Charlie Perkins, “We’ve been preaching about the re-charge area for 20 years. We’ve got an opportunity to acquire and put this property in permanent trust to protect the future of our water supply.” He described the problems as “serious” and lauded similar preservation efforts in Fayette County, where the re-charge area extends. Mayor Wharton pointed out that the protected greenspace “equals Shelby Farms in significance of acreage” and will adjoin Collierville’s Johnson Park.

“Not only are we going to preserve habitat,” noted Colonel Scherer of the Corps of Engineers, “we’re preserving access so people can discover the Wolf River.” Roads created during the earth-moving process will be turned over to the county to begin a trail network, with a continuous trail planned for the north side. According to project manager Carol Jones, there will be some asphalt involved — how much, she’s not sure. Five of the 22 planned weirs and related access roads are funded through the initial contract.

Acknowledging the many people who worked together in support of the Wolf River Ecosystem Restoration Project, Mayor Wharton called for “orderly, sustainable growth” as opposed to the “erosion and dissipation” of natural resources that are held in trust for the next generation.

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BLOWHARDS END UP BLOWING IT

A mighty wind blew across the Northeast recently (no, not the mega-storm that knocked down trees and knocked out electricity to thousands). That other mighty wind: Congress’ 30-hour talkathon. What an embarrassment!

Not surprisingly, such an abundance of hot air had no effect whatsoever on the continuing conflict between Democrats and Republicans over President Bush’s judicial nominees. Some rich folks lost a little sleep, is all (not to worry, though — it’s not like any of them are missing any meals.) It’s a wonder they can sleep at all; but then, congressional salaries can buy a lot of expensive mattresses, sleep aids, and/or Viagra.

Congress’ monumental chin-wag did result in one thing, however: It deepened the disgust many Americans feel toward politicians in general. What is especially disgusting is the spectacle of suited wind-bags flapping their flabby gums while America’s finest are being siphoned off as cannon-fodder in yet another war begun by wind-bags who can’t seem to find anything new to say or suggest.

“Stay the Course!” “The Ultimate Sacrifice!” “Our Deepest Sympathies!” “Evil-Doers!” “Global Democratic Revolution!” — such oft-repeated phrases evaporate like so much flop-sweat on the brows of hypocrites who cannot possibly believe what they’re spouting as they drag the world into a self-fulfilling Armageddon.

The age of oratory is long dead, apparently, and mercifully so. If this is where grandiloquence has brought us, then too bad the power of speech wasn’t revoked at the Tower of Babel. These days, the lies come so thick and fast and transparent that my 8-year-old can spot them. “War is stupid,” says my third-grader. And wisdom is the property of the dead, according to a poet named Yeats who once wrote meaningful lines about another “War to End All Wars” nearly 100 years ago.

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SILLY STRING THEORY: SERIOUSLY,, FOLKS!

Over the past few years, quantum physics has recognized something called “string theory,” which boils down to a sub-atomic model that unifies other theories, explains gravity, and describes tiny strands of wiggling energy at the heart of all existence. Fascinating stuff, in a Moebius-strip kind of way, but does it explain the full-on weirdness of Our World Today?

I’ve been working on a variation that skips the complicated trigonometry. I call it “Silly-String theory.” With Silly-String theory, the contradictions and senselessness that pervade so-called Western “civilization” are completely bypassed — just like Kenny Rogers’ stomach. For example, using this theory, one can finally solve that age-old riddle, “Which came first, the chicken or the egg?” (Answer: Doesn’t matter. The foxes are guarding the hen-house.)

Or, how about this one: “Why can’t the U.S. government locate Osama bin Laden or Saddam Hussein? (Answer: Doesn’t matter. Now hand over that $87.5 billion. Yes, with Silly-String theory, even the California wildfires may be fully addressed. In fact, the California wildfires were what drove me to begin the complex imaginings that have resulted in this ultimate postulation, big enough to cover any event, case, conundrum, and/or ontological query: It Just Doesn’t Matter.

Because when I watched California burn all last week, switching from CNN to MSNBC to Fox News and back again like a pyro with ADD, I kept waiting for somebody, anybody, to sing out, “Reinforcements have arrived!” complete with trumpets and kettledrums. It never happened. There were not enough firefighters, obviously, but nobody was shipping them in from around the country, either. Neither did there appear to be National Guardsmen on hand. A coworker’s sister out in San Diego said the Guard was gone to the War-front (see question, above, about Bin Laden and Hussein.)

I kept waiting for a newscaster or talking head to hammer the point that many of the fires (suspected arson) began on the same day. Nada, zip, nothing. I yearned for an analyst to blast Schwarzenegger for bee-lining it to D.C. and asking for big bucks, not firetrucks. And then came my breakthrough: Silly-String theory was born.

It happened in a cool restaurant/bar in Midtown’s Cooper-Young neighborhood. We were munching on chips and dip and I was halfway into a Tecate when I noticed that the bar’s two televisions were tuned to different stations, yet somehow seemed synchronistically connected: One TV was running a barrage of scenes from that day’s fiery disaster in southern California; the other was on some sports channel. Across the top of the sports statistics graph was the headline “ROME IS BURNING.” Juxtaposed with the scenes from the firestorm and with the sound turned off, the effect was one of delicious weirdness (or maybe the combination of salty dip and icy beer accounted for the delicious part — that’s all included in the theory somewhere, I’m sure.)

Elemental aspects of Silly-String theory range from Fire (Who started it? Doesn’t matter. Ship those new 20s over, pronto.) to Wind (Why are the politicians posing and shaking hands while California goes up in smoke? Doesn’t matter. Where are we heading for lunch?) to Water (Why are those little water-baskets so small and ineffective? Doesn’t ma–oh, shut up.) And just when you thought it was safe to unify all theories, an anomaly arises within the context of Global Warming. Oh, dear, Silly-String Theory is stretched to the breaking point when it comes to a threat of this unprecedented magnitude.

Recently, Congress took up a bill, introduced by Senator John McCain, confronting the challenge of Global Warming. The bill would have recognized Global Warming’s effects (melting glaciers, temperature fluctuations, catastrophic wildfires) and sought action to slow emissions that contribute to Global Warming.

Alas, Congress can only seem to agree to disagree these days: The bill was defeated, with one congressman even pronouncing Global Warming “a hoax.” Ironically, the day of the vote saw record-high temperatures in the South and early snow in the West.

Congress can agree on one thing, however: They want money. For the fifth year in a row, Congress has voted “Yes” to pay raises. So as to the question: How come our elected representatives in Washington can’t recognize Global Warming and act in a cohesive way to address the threat? Answer: Doesn’t matter — not as long as they’re getting their piece of the plunder-pie. Call this variation of quantum mechanics “String Cheese Theory.”

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DSC REPORT FINDS STATE FAILING

The Tennessee Department of Children’s Services (DCS) received another blow to its already tattered reputation when a report released Tuesday found that the agency was failing to improve the care of children in its care.

The report, conducted by an independent court-appointed monitor as required by the May 2001 Children’s Rights reform lawsuit Brian A. v. Sundquist, found the state in full compliance with only 24 of 136 different provisions. Of these, the monitor reported outright “non-compliance” on 84 of the requirements.

“We’re very disappointed as to the findings,” said Children’s Rights lawyer Doug Gray. “And not only are the findings disappointing, but the fact that DCS doesn’t seem to have a plan to get in compliance. It’s been 27 months and DCS has very little to show for those 27 months.”

The report is the first federally required report of the agency’s efforts to implement changes mandated in the case. The report was based on a review of more than 1,000 individual children in state custody.

Key non-compliance findings include:

  • DCS completed timely investigations of abuse or neglect of foster children in only 37 percent of complaints reported between July 2002 and May 2003;

  • Case workers made required “face-to-face” visits with foster children in less than 40 percent of cases reviewed; and,

  • Only half the number of foster children being reunited with their families were provided with services to promote safe reunification, and families were only provided these services a third of the time.

    Gray said his agency is currently in a 30-day negotiation period with DCS and the need to return to court may be necessary due to the findings.

    In a statement released by Children’s Rights, co-counsel in the Brian A. lawsuit, David Raybin, said, “This department has a long way to go toward meeting their legal obligations to these children. It’s disturbing that helping vulnerable kids by getting into compliance with this settlement has not been the state’s priority.”

    DCS Commissioner Mike Miller recently appointed a 12-member search committee to replace Juanita White, former regional director in the Shelby County office. White was fired for oversight in a review of several child deaths when child abuse had been reported.

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    Smart Growth?

    Marc Long, president of the Cooper-Young Community Association (CYCA), is not amused. Neither are residents of two adjacent neighborhoods in the heart of an area known for its attractive architecture, diversity, and wealth of shade trees. They are upset about a planned high-density development on Evelyn Avenue that is just a stone’s throw away from a nearly complete — and equally controversial — high-density development on Velma Street. They say the new developments, which are touted as “smart growth” by proponents, are anything but.

    “We were lied to,” says Long, referring to the Velma Street development. There is a sense of deja vu in the air now that another development is planned for just across the railroad tracks on Evelyn. The CYCA found out about the Barksdale Planned Development just two months ago. And, Long says with a sigh, “They come to us when everything is agreed upon already.”

    The four-acre lot along the western edge of the Christie Cut Stone Works is slated for 36 “dwelling units” built two-and-a-half feet apart. “That’s pretty tight,” says Bond Christie of the Barksdale Planned Development adjacent to his 100-year-old family business.

    According to a report from Memphis’ Office of Planning and Development, the Barksdale Planned Development has density problems, including a predicted “268 vehicle trips per day” through the now unused alley. “The developers could make this a better in-fill project by reducing the number of dwelling units planned,” reads the staff report. However, Mary Baker, director of the OPD, contradicts her own office’s recommendation, saying, “We do not agree with [OPD’s] Regional Services that the number of units is too high.”

    Baker also sees the Christie Cut Stone property as a future connector between the Barksdale Planned Development and Elzey Avenue to the east (now a dead end). However, Christie says he’s not planning to sell — “unless they try to use eminent domain to take my property away.” He notes that the $200,000-plus, two-story homes planned for the Barksdale development will be nothing like the modest cottages on eastern Elzey.

    Similarities between the developments include density (Velma: five units on one-half acre; Barksdale: 36 units on four acres) to drainage (both neighborhoods have recurring problems with runoff) to traffic: Velma is a narrow dead-end street, and access to the Barksdale development would be via a dead-end alley. The main difference between the two developments seems to be that, while Velma is a done deal, there is yet hope for compromise on the Barksdale Planned Development. Or is there?

    Several home owners on Evelyn are afraid it is a done deal. They wonder why no sign announcing the development (a requirement) was posted until after the OPD was contacted by the Flyer. Four Evelyn home owners also signed a letter composed and mailed by neighbor Landrel Warren to the City Council and the OPD. OPD spokesman David Adams told Warren that the letter never arrived, that is, not until after the OPD was contacted by the Flyer. “It’s amazing what you find when you clean off your desk,” Adams says with a chuckle. He also refers to the wetlands permit described in the staff report as “a formality.”

    “I don’t mind building a privacy fence,” stresses Warren, describing a meeting between developer Bernard Cowles and the neighborhood during which residents were told to “just build a fence” if they were bothered by construction and, later, traffic along the alleyway. (Cowles maintains that since the alley is city property, it’s not his problem to fix.) “We’re concerned about the loss of greenspace and our tree-line buffer zone, plus the ongoing drainage problems,” Warren explains.

    “If it’s an alley, treat it like an alley,” neighbor Karen Capps says. “If it’s a street, do the required drainage, gutters, etc., for it to be a street.” But Long says Sovereign Builders, the developers on Velma Street, agreed to address drainage and environmental concerns and then broke their word. “Trees have been cut, drainage not addressed, cheap building materials used,” he says.

    City councilman Rickey Peete, who’s in charge of setting the council’s agenda, offered hope for reworking the Barksdale development into something less dense: “It is possible for a councilman to make a motion during the second reading to table the proposal and send it back for further study,” Peete says. The next council meeting is Tuesday, November 4th.

    Residents say they aren’t against new housing in the area. They just can’t see the Barksdale Planned Development as “smart growth” — no matter how much Memphis’ Office of Planning and Development insists that 36 addresses on four acres flush up against a train track is just that.

    E-mail: dpark@memphisflyer.com

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    HOME SWEET (NEW) HOME

    One of my favorite songs by one of my favorite bands goes like this:

    Tennessee, Tennessee, there ain’t no place I’d rather be

    Baby, won’t you carry me back to Tennessee…

    — The Grateful Dead

    And it is true, at least for me. Despite the poverty and crime in Memphis (as a letter writer pointed out after my last column), I love it here. There are simply so many folks in the same boat that the contrasts between rich and poor are not so glaringly evident as in some places I’ve lived.

    Santa Fe, for example, was an education. Native American artists in the town square selling their beautiful pottery and jewelry contrasted sharply with rich white tourists who haggled them down a few bucks. Once, I overheard three customers (all diamonds, ankle-length leather coats, and huge cowboy hats) wart a young woman to death until she finally agreed to sell her wares for half-price. As they walked off with their one-of-a-kind, painted clay figurines, I remarked to the artist, “I bet those coats cost a pretty penny.” The woman sighed and said of the fancy coats, “Yes — those poor animals.”

    Or maybe she was referring to the people wearing the coats; I’ll never know. But contrasts between rich and poor seem to be in your face these days. The Commercial Appeal ran a cover story last Sunday reprinted from The Washington Post under the heading “Arkansas Brain Drain.” I recognized the dateline instantly: Bradford, Arkansas, just a widening in the road a mile south of Possum Grape; used to be the “strawberry capital,” with 100 train cars a day sending the tasty fruit all over the country.

    But that was many, many years ago. The Bradford I visited a few years back seemed to have very little to offer: a tombstone company, a rusted-auto-parts graveyard. Bradford’s biggest resource, then as now, is its people. Some of the coolest folks you’ll ever meet live around Possum Grape, Bradford, and Old Glaize. And, according to the Post article, they are disproportionately getting called to the frontlines in what Donald Rumsfeld calls “the Global War On Terror.”

    Bradford is losing its mayor, police chief, town librarian, and five other of its 800 residents. This deployment brings Arkansas’ statewide National Guard presence overseas to “more than half the state’s 11,000 guardsmen. …Only a handful of other states — Oklahoma, North Carolina, and Washington — have a similarly large portion of their guardsmen overseas, according to the National Guard,” reads the article.

    My new role model is “Miss Greba” Edens, 78, who will now assume the duties of mayor of Bradford. She’ll take over from Mayor Paul Bunn, 36, who is reporting for duty. Miss Greba says she’ll “try to get rid of some of the drugs,” while Mayor Bunn has already told his kids to expect anything — even the worst. The article quotes Bunn as saying, “I’m hard as woodpecker lips when it comes to this. … I don’t believe in lying to the kids about it.” Now, that’s a true Arkansan and a fine American (with a flair for simile), if you ask me.

    But isn’t it always the poor who get sent off as cannon-fodder — stoically, patriotically marching toward a destiny arranged with no apparent consideration of the effects on what they leave behind? And what the folks from Bradford will leave behind is the poorest state in the union (albeit inhabited by some of the wealthiest names in the world — Walton, Stephens, Rockefeller). Arkansas becomes poorer due to this “brain drain” that has accelerated in time of War. The least our government could do for these people is to allow Congress to do its job and officially declare war. Perhaps I’m just living in the past, but the Global War on Terror is starting to look an awful lot like World War III to me.

    Nolan Brown, a 57-year-old grandfather of nine, is a personnel clerk in the National Guard. He’s getting sent to Iraq. This detail of the Post article affected me even more than the part about Miss Greba. I tried to imagine what it must be like to explain this to your grandkids, but all I came up with was a memory: my great-uncle Brent, the pride and joy of our family, and what being cannon-fodder did to him.

    Uncle Brent was a handsome man, still single upon his return from the War many years ago. (These are details I remember from my childhood: his smiling photograph, movie-star looks and twinkling eyes; my grandmother’s facial expression whenever I dared ask about him — so I honestly cannot remember whether it was the Korean War or WWII in which he fought. They all seemed to be extensions of the same, never-ending war, brought to life on TV before my childish eyes under the heading “Vietnam.”)

    Uncle Brent was hailed a hero, but he went to the V.A. hospital for treatment of depression — “shell-shock” was what my grandmother called it — and he never came back. He was given electroschock therapy, and it electrocuted him. He died at age 29. I would have been named for him if I had been born a boy.

    Tennessee is “The Volunteer State,” but Arkansas might be a candidate for becoming “The Mandatory Volunteer State,” however stoically the poorest people in the nation accept their fates as cannon-fodder in a place dominated by some of the wealthiest people in the world.